The Wedding Planner

The night was still young....

Monica sent a text to Kylie to meet us at the now deceased Henrique Swanson's Law Office... She figured and she figured right that we had to get to his office and in his files fast....We might even run into whoever killed him....

I called two uniforms that I knew were on duty and who I trusted and told them where they should  meet us....

After the tongue lashing Monica had just given Ed Lawlor...I doubted if he was still on our trail...

Kylie and two uniforms met us at Swanson's downtown law firm....

Since he was our murder victim....We didn't need a warrant...His office was now officially a crime scene...

"I can't believe it...We beat the FBI and whoever killed Swanson here." said Monica, as She, Kylie and I went through Swanson's files..

 ''Wow...Swanson kept meticulous files.." said Kylie..

"From the research I did on him, he appeared to be a very good lawyer...He had a booming practice..He just got greedy somewhere along the way....In the past two years, his income spiked and he did a very good job of hiding and sheltering it....." I said.

It took hours, but we found 29 files on The Russian and East European girls brought into the country illegally for prostitution...including our merry widows who married our four very unlucky grooms...
Co-incidence???

He also had the addresses of the four widows.....

"We didn't have these addresses...I'm putting an APB out on them...I'm sending squad cars to pick them up.." said Monica...

She did and within two hours...all four girls were in custody....

"The FBI probably knows we have those girls..." said Kylie..

"I know, but we had to do something...We couldn't let those girls go...."said Monica..

"Look here....There is someone else Swanson brought into the country and it's not a woman...It's a man!" I said.

"Oh, Really?" said Monica..

"His name is Ivan Donald Putin......Former Russian Intelligence agent...Recently ,Mercenary, gun for hire...His file says he was an expert with chemicals and bombs....Expert Marksman too!  Suspect in seven murders in London, Berlin, Paris and The Hague....Now why would someone like that be allowed in our country and how?" I asked.

"How is obvious partner...Why is simple..To kill.....and to kill efficiently.....I  am guessing this guy is our killer...of the four grooms and of Mr. Swanson...." said Monica.

"He's listed as a laborer..there is five different addresses for him..." said Kylie..

"I hate to bother the Lieutenant, but this is important..." I said.

That night we raided all five of the addresses, but there was no sign of Ivan Donald Putin....

"I'm glad you guys stayed with it and called me... I've got a BOLO out on this guy....Five counts of First Degree Murder..."

"We don't have any evidence sir...not yet." I said.

"Find me some.." said Lt. Cotton.

II-

It was three o'clock in the morning when Monica and I finally got home...It had been a wild night..We had a suspect in what was now five open murders ..That was progress...Perhaps if we took him alive...We could get our hands on the boss..

Monica put her arms around me...

"Come here Nate...." she whispered softly...

She kissed me softly and slowly for a few minutes....

"You know...As tired as I am...If you...If you are down for this...I'm more than down.." I said...

"Ummmmmmmmmmmm partner.. you always want it....And I usually want to give it to you.." she cooed..

''Damnnnnnnnn girl.." was all I could say as she unbuttoned my shirt and took it off slowly and pulled my undershirt off..

I unbuttoned her blouse and unhooked her matching, red bra....and slipped her skirt off.....

"Ummmmmmmmmm you are so good at getting my clothes off Nate." she said..


"You're so good at making me want to..Wow!" I said in between kisses...


"Silly..." she giggled...

Soon we were in the middle of the floor kissing passionately....

"Ummmmmmmmmm Nate, you are so hardddddd..ummmmm.." she moaned...

Soon we were on our bed...not under any covers ,making sweet ,passionate love....

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh my god Nate...Ouuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu....you are showing off...you are showing off in this bed..."moaned Monica..

"Ouuuuuuuuuuuuuuu girl.....damnnnnnnnnnnnnn baby, you feel so good..." I moaned..

She was so soft ,just like a baby and so wet....I was losing my mind...

"Ummmmmmmmmmmm Mo-Mo." I moaned...

Oh My God...Nate....Ouuuuu...you are huge!!!..and so hard..."she exclaimed...as I began sucking her breasts..."Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh Nate!....ouuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu.. Nate.....Ouuuuuuuuuuuu" she moaned...

 Ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmph.." I grunted...

"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH....OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH MY GOD, OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" she screamed as I continued to thrust , harder and feverishly more.....
 I laid her across her bed , a few minutes later and I entered her softly and gently and began to stroke her softly and slowly....She moaned and put her arms around my neck and drew me closer to her..I kissed her neck, between her breasts, her cheeks....She continued to kiss my lips and my ears and my chest...

"Ohhh My God...I can't believe how good this still feels!" she moaned..
"Me neither!" I said.

She wrapped her legs around my waste and we began to move in a slow, yet deliberate rhythm for quite some time...She matched me thrust for thrust and even kissed my shoulder at one point...She was so soft...so moist and smelled so good...I was losing my mind....She was shaking and looking like she was on the verge of crying the entire time.......

"OUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU...OHHH MY GOODNESS...OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" she moaned loudly ,obviously not caring who heard us..
We made sweet passionate and intense love like this for close to SIX HOURS...Monica began to shake and gyrate and tears began to stream down her face again....I was surprised at how passionate she was ...

There was a micro-camera in our bedroom...I saw it...Despite the sweep team coming in and sweeping our entire duplex..They apparently missed that camera.....If Ed Lawlor was watching..He was getting a good view of us..

"It's sooooooooooooooo goooddd...Oh my godddddddddddddd it's soooooo gooood Oh my Goddd Nate....ohhhhh don't stoppp, don't stopp...don't ever stop...ouuuuuuuuuuuu" she screamed as we both climaxed in a crescendo of sweat!
She smiled....Her mouth was wide open as she stared at me...

 Because of my wife's unique powers, I had sometimes been able to actually feel her orgasms as well as my own...an incredible feeling that was like no other...She told me that she could feel mine too....One of many reasons I was never going to leave this woman.

I could feel her orgasm and I swear she could feel mine....We were both shaking and sweating....I was feeling a way I had never felt before with any other woman....I was cumming like a river...Monica was cumming hard herself...

"Wow!  I never imagined...I never imagined..it would always  be this good...WOW! Nate you out did yourself...Wooooooooooo" she exclaimed....

"Aww, you said that last time.." I laughed..

I smiled and gently felt her breasts...I gently kissed both of them....She leaned over and kissed me again..hard and passionate....I was still cumming....

"Ouuuuuuu, you got a little over excited again...." she said...

"Ummmmmmmmmmmm....yeah, I know...

She cuddled up next to me....and drifted off to sleep...

"It's okayyyyyyy...It's okay baby." she said as we both drifted off to sleep in each other's arms...

Ed Lawlor was by himself at FBI headquarters watching our feed....

He hadn't heard one thing...Not one thing ,that would advance the case further and all he'd done was see a porn film basically....Monica and me, making sweet love....He was so angry, he kicked one of the monitors, totally destroying it...!

He looked at the broken glass and the smoke that seamed out of it and walked out of the room....Furious... He kicked over a trash can before he left the building also...

III-

The next morning...We were all very tired...We had been up all night and half the morning, working...We had coffee in Monique's domicile...

"What a night....No luck on Putin huh?" asked Monica..

"No...but he'll show up....I have guys at the Airport, The Spaceport, Aqua port, The Train Stations and the Bus Stations and his photo is everywhere...The FBI is helping us also...Not your ex....but the sensible guys over there..."Said Lt.Cotton..

Monique poured us all a tumbler of coffee and passed us wedding invitations...

"I know you guys are immersed in this case..but we have a meeting with the wedding planner today...I was hoping,if you have time you two could come..."said Monique...

I looked at the invitation....Then I did a double take...

"Helena Rubenstein??? Helena Rubenstein is your wedding planner??" I asked..

Monica looked up....Her mouth opened and her eyes got as wide as saucers...

"Helena Rubenstein...Seriously???" she said.

"Yeah...What about her?  " asked Lt. Cotton...

"She's our prime suspect in this case!" I said.

"Huh? What??" asked Monique..

"Look, we've been following a money trail..a money trail that financed all of this...The Bar, The Hotel, The girls and it all led to Helen Robinson's account in the Cayman Islands.. We now know that there is no Helen Robinson...but...All four of our doomed grooms had the same Wedding Planner...Not "Helen Robinson", but Helena Rubenstein...Wedding Planner to the stars....Mo-Mo and I have been guessing that Helena Rubenstein and Helen Robinson are one and the same...Guess who her attorney is or was...Henrique Swanson or Andre Henry Swanson.....Their names just keep coming up ,over and over...It's too much of a coincidence.."I said.

"Hmmmmm,interesting...."said Lt. Cotton...

"By All means...We need to go with you to meet your wedding planner.." said Monica..

"And while we are there...Maybe..I can plant some devices...That will allow us to see and listen to whatever is going on...."I said.

"Wow...."said Monique...

We forgot that there might be one listening device still left in Monique's domicile...Ed Lawlor had heard our entire conversation....

He was back on the trail.

IV-

Kylie called us on our burner phone..

 I put her call on speaker phone so we all could hear it..

"Go ahead Kylie...What you got?" I asked..

"I did some checking on Helena Rubenstein...Her birth name is Helena Rubel and she is from Slovenia...Her family moved to the United States when she was 14...She became a naturalized U.S. Citizen shortly thereafter...In her twenties, she had numerous arrests for prostitution...In Chicago...She relocated to New York City...Where she has a few arrests for prostitution and for running a house of ill repute...She dropped out of sight for awhile and emerged again, here in Philadelphia.. She attended Community College, got an associates degree,then went to Temple and got a Bachelor's degree in Business Administration...She changed her name to Helena Rubenstein....She's had residences in London, Paris, Berlin, Brussells and The Hauge for a few years ...then she lived in Miami and D.C. ,before settling here.

I'm not sure when her association with Andre Henry Swanson began....but the two of them began a very close and lucrative association and partnered in buying that Bar and that Hotel in which the prostitution ring was run.. Her name though is not on any of the documents...Only Helen Robinson.....None of the girls knew her by any other name ,other than Helen Robinson ..They all said it was Swanson, Who appeared to be running the show...He paid the people in the bar and the hotel and he picked up payments and wired monies into the phony account..." said Kylie..

"With him dead...That leaves Helena Rubenstin...in charge of the whole thing....I think she was behind the scenes running the whole thing...She was smart enough ,not to have her actual name on anything or to be seen too much..." said Monica..

The building where Helena Rubenstein's office was , was huge...and ultra modern...and inside was even more beautiful...

Monica and I were astounded by it's sheer beauty...

"Sis...This is gorgeous...." said Monica..

"Yes it is...but in wake of what you've told me..I wonder if we are going to have our wedding here.." sighed Monique..

''Don't worry...If not here...We'll find another place..." whispered Lt. Cotton.

Helena Rubenstein walked out...She was an astonishingly attractive and shapely woman.....who dressed immaculately and had a certain charm about her...

"Welcome...Welcome...Attractive couple..." she said and then did a double take..

"Oh My...Is this your sister?" she asked..

"Yes...This is my younger by, three minutes twin sister...Monica Nellis.." said Monique..

"Hello." said Monica, who immediately scanned her mind...

"Oh My God...Except for the color of your hair...I can't tell you two apart...Is this your husband?" she asked looking at me..

"Yes, I am..." I said...

"What a handsome man...You two been married long?" she asked..

"Little over a year.." I said..

"Ohhhhh my...I wish I could have handled your wedding." she said.

She had a charming and likable quality about her...She was the rare person ,I knew I was going to hate arresting...I couldn't believe that this sweet woman could be responsible for possibly five murders...

Lt. Cotton smiled...

"Well...here is the schedule and the budget I prepared....Check it out and let me know if it's to your liking.." she said..

I walked around and looked at things....

I turned to Helena Rubenstein...

"You do pretty well in this business, huh?" I said.

She smiled..

"I do alright.." she said.

Monica surveyed the place too...both of us attached micro-cameras and listening devices in places we thought wouldn't be found as we walked around....

Monique and Helena and Lt. Cotton talked over the budget and other things regarding their upcoming wedding...

Unknown to us...FBI Special Agent, Ed Lawlor was outside....In back of the building...He had heard just enough of our conversation to lead him to this residence...

He used a screw driver and a metal ruler to pry open the back window....He eased his way into the basement...A huge area that looked like an apartment....Carpeted floors, a bed...A kitchen.....

Hmm, he thought...

"I know Helena Rubenstein doesn't live here...Maybe that goon Mo-Mo is looking for is here.." he thought...

He thought right...

That goon...Ivan Donald Putin cracked him in the head with a blunt object...He fell to the floor in excrutiating pain...

He struggled to his feet....Ivan grabbed him and punched him in the stomach and then punched him in his face knocking him to the ground...

Ed Lawlor attempted to get to his feet...His face was met with a powerful kick that spun him around and slammed him against the wall..

Putin's next punch was blocked...

Ed Lawlor hit him with several lefts and rights to his face that backed him up...

Within minutes he had a garrotte around Lawlor's neck and was squeezing hard....It was Ivan Donald Putin...the man Monica and I were searching for, our suspect in five murders..They say he'd killed more men than he could remember and had only done time once in Russia. .

 He was  strong as hell..He was squeezing the breath out of Ed Lawlor and practically lifting him off of the ground...Ed Lawlor took what strength he had left and kicked him in his groin as hard as he could...Ivan  grunted, but he loosened up his hold just enough for Ed Lawlor to elbow him in his jaw, snapping his head back and sending him flying...

  But Lawlor didn't have the time to catch his breath before he was heading toward him again.....He, was silent, didn't waste a lot of time talking..

  Ed Lawlor landed some good lefts and rights to his body, but he was equally good with his hands...he landed some good lefts and rights to his also...Lawlor countered and landed some lefts and rights to his face, but he equaled Ed Lawlor with some well placed lefts and rights to his face...

What Agent Lawlor had in his favor was that Putin was older and he could feel him getting winded...Ed Lawlor cracked him hard in his jaw and saw blood trickle from his mouth...He cracked him again and saw the sweat fly off of his face...He hit him in his stomach and he bent down in obvious pain..Agent Lawlor landed some more lefts and rights to his jaw which sent him into the wall...and down on the  floor.. Ivan Putin lay there for a minute...still conscious and  breathing heavy...Ed Lawlor was holding his  neck and still gasping for air...

  Ed Lawlor stumbled away, trying to catch his breath and trying to get upstairs where he knew we were when Ivan Putin used a taser to bring an end to the fight...

"AGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH..LALALALALALALALAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.." screamed Ed Lawlor ,who fell to the floor with a thud...Which we heard....

 "What was that?" I asked..

 "Sounded like somebody screamed." said Monica..

"Oh My!" said Monique...

"Oh it was nothing...We have a kitchen in the basement...One of our new dishwashers....He must have scalded himself...Deep sink you know.." laughed Helena Rubenstein...

Monica sent me a telepathic message...

"She's lying....but I don't want to endanger my sister.. Let's get out of here and come back." she said.

I nodded in agreement...

Lt. Cotton signed some papers and smiled...

"Well, everything looks great Ms. Rubenstein...We'll see you in a few weeks.." he said.

"Beautiful....I'm doing a wedding in a few days...You may have heard of him... Efram Francis Graham..one of the wealthiest men in the city..." she said..

"I don't read the society section...My wife to be is more into that." he laughed..

Monique smiled and hugged him...

"You two are sooo cute." she said..."Nice meeting your sister and her husband." she said and smiled.

 "Same here." said Monica..

I smiled and we all left...

As soon as we were in air...Monica said to me..Telepathically..

"She's our girl Honey Bunny. .We've got to go back...Looks like she's got another fat pig lined up for the slaughter...and he's going to knock out the alphabet....We've got to stop that wedding.." she said.

"No doubt!" I said.

And in the basement of Helena Rubenstein's Wedding chapel...


Helena Rubenstein enters the basement ,only to see Ivan Donald Putin...His face, a bloody pulp.. His eyes nearly swollen shut, his lips swollen and his nose bleeding..

"What the hell happened? Who is this?" she asked..

Ed Lawlor's unconscious body was on the floor...Ivan had tied him up and gagged him...

"He's an FBI Agent...He slipped in here and was nosin around.. I had to stop him." said Ivan..showing her the identification he fished out of Ed Lawlor's pocket!

She looked at him...

"From the looks of things ,he nearly stopped you...My goodness...He beat the tar out of you.."she said..

"What are we going to do with him? Want me to kill him?" asked Ivan...

"No..No..Not yet....Keep him prisoner down here...Lock him in the shed.....Until I think of something...Meanwhile..I just heard that there is an APB out on you...The Police have the entire city bottled up,looking for you...You're wanted for those murders.." she said.

"How did they know it was me? You think it was Swanson?" he asked..

"I don't know...but somebody is looking at us...They don't know about me yet, but I'm going to have to make arrangements to get you out of the city and soon.." she said.


"What am I going to do?" he asked.

"You can't be seen....You're safe here..."she said.


''What about him?" he asked.

"Yes...he is going to be a problem...before you exit...You're going to have to get rid of him and depose of him...but not yet....I've got another fat hog to slaughter....This will be my final act...and then I am moving myself.." she laughed...


(CONCLUSION NEXT!)